If it comes from the whiskey, pour me a drink
If it comes from the heartache, let me feel the sting
If it comes from the spirits, set 'em loose in this room
Either way, tonight it's just me and the truth
Wanna pray it like Jesus is listening
Wanna play it like I'm made of strings on wood
Wanna write it down like Hemingway
Like it's the last thing that I'll ever say
Try to sing it like Patsy would
Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse
When it keeps me up all night looking for the worst
Sometimes a pen knows just what to say
Spills out like a waterfall on a clean bright day
Wanna pray it like Jesus is listening
Wanna play it like I'm made of strings on wood
Wanna write it down like Hemingway
Like it's the last thing that I'll ever say
Try to sing it like Patsy would
Try to sing it like Patsy would
